My lips are sealed as lock away memory
My soul has left my body and me alone
Theres no one else there, no body that roams
Just an old wind and an old melody
No one else to bring me back
The phone sits quiet in my heavy sack
The air remains with me in minor solitude
And my thoughts have floated away to high altitude
I need help and nobody is here
Words haunt my mind and teaches it to fear
Care to be my heavy thought?
Because today i cry like a lonely sot
I see it in the wind, that plain cold reason
The sun is still in this mourning season
Let my depressive thoughts not be a killing burden
But let it be a card burning in a fire in December
I see others as they walk away
And they should as there is nothing left to say
The flowers bloom in the summer
And i sit down and become a pity bummer
Im still breathing my treasoning venom
Blocking out the crowds noise and This poets own phenom
Everything matters but the sight of me
It hurts sometimes to be part of a past and not a memory
In my soul i begin to understand not only
The steps of those around me
As my heart reassembles all i see
I can never be proud of this acoustic poetry
Let these words not depress
But merely open eyes that have been oppressed
There are some things we cant change
And there are some we cant see because its too late
I got to change this saddening mood i carry
And talk about beauty and those people that are starry
Yes I'm still sad as the sea may go on
But the sea has many waters that sing the same old song
Where love has gone is a mystery
But where it is becomes a great company
Readers we are young and we need it all
But when everything is gone remember not to fall
We walk tall as we must go forward
Our eyes follow our dreams straightforward
But we cant let it all be pretty as a rose
Because whats beauty to you is the great and gross
Not everything is real some of it all is fake
But the reality hides in every moment that we take
Hey don't say maybe
There is not lie in this baby
Sounds like faker lies
But my words are real once we all realize
Hope is a kiss form our mama
We need it to live and even to be strong
Be you and always remain true so go on
Just delete the sadness kill the drama
Remember to believe
As if it were meant to be
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